Chapter 4
NAOMI
Monday night/Early Tuesday morning
Thank God for Chicago. A city that never fully sleeps.
Screw New York. This slice of Midwest I’d found was a city that never fully closed its eyes, even the summer nighttime streets pulsing with the vein of life at odd hours.
Like right now.
At almost one A.M., the perpetual party that exists under the city’s skin is still alive and kicking. And usually, I’m not a part of it.
Except tonight.
Because tonight, I have to.
Tonight is different.
Probably because I’m on a mission to forget that I had o******x—the mind-blowing type—with my boss’s best friend.
The air even feels different, I swear.
Hell, I look different as I pass by the Alchemist bar’s huge dark windows, and through the thick glass, I notice the flush from earlier sti
